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[theshabbiestofmen]

I know.

[He sighs.]

I am as well. But we've got to figure it out once and for all. And . . . perhaps it's better we do it now. That we get it over with, instead of just ignoring it.

[doggedly]

[He nods, tightly--still looking away from Remus, still with his shoulders held high and his mouth tight. Another beat and he shoves his fingers through his hair again.]

I'm not going to go make nice with him. [I can't; he doesn't add it, but it's true.] I'm keeping away, until we get everything-- sorted.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He nods. That's probably the best idea. There's some small part of him that wants to keep pushing until Sirius talks further sense; to make him stop blaming this version of Peter and at least be civil-- but he'll take what he can get.]

All right. And-- I'll stay with you. Going between both of you. If you'll have me.

[doggedly]

Like I'd be able to stop you.

[He says it gruffly--and he's still not completely over this; all is not completely forgiven, even here--but it's better than it was, it's something, at least. He shoves his hands into his pockets and stares at the floor.]

So that's it, then?

[theshabbiestofmen]

I-- yes. I suppose officially, yes. But you should stay. I haven't seen you in days.

[doggedly]

I've been around.

[Just because the timing of it has sort of ensured that Remus isn't around at the same time doesn't mean anything. He shrugs, kicking his heel against the floor for a second before he looks determinedly up at Remus.]

D'you want a drink?

[theshabbiestofmen]

Yeah. You know what I like.

[Not that it matters; at a time like this, he'll drink anything Sirius hands him if it means forgetting a little.]

Where've you been kipping?

[doggedly]

[He knows what Remus likes, but stores are limited, and his own stash even more so. He goes over to his stuff--the little piles of it on his bed and beside his bed and at the end of his bed--and starts hunting around for it.]

Around. I go over to Sera's for a bit sometimes, or the couches. Brunhilda has missed me, y'know.

[It's a weak attempt at a joke, but it's there.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He's startled into a soft laugh, little more than an exhalation.]

Is she still around? I'd thought you'd forgotten about her. How big is she?

[doggedly]

Massive. Like house-cat size. It's a little terrifying, I'm sure she'd tear off my face if she had half the chance at it.

[But he says it with utter fondness, softening a little at this topic.]

So of course I've been sitting with her, scratching her ears.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Of course.

[He echoes it with a smile.]

She and Moony ought to get together. They'd make lovely playmates.

[doggedly]

She might be a bit much for Moony, actually. All that radioactive teeth business, puts a damper on relationships. Trust me, I'd know.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Mm, I suppose you would. What do you even feed her?

[doggedly]

Pieces of the ship.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Disgusting.

[He says it with a grin.]

And whiskey, I assume-- speaking of which, where's mine?

[doggedly]

Keep your hair on, you're bloody impatient--

[He comes up with the bottle, finally, and holds it triumphantly toward Remus.]

Here. No glasses, sorry, unless you want to waste the time with conjuring them.

[theshabbiestofmen]

I should think I'd look a good deal tougher drinking straight from the bottle.

[He smiles as he takes it, pleased that he can smile at Sirius. A moment of hesitation-- and then, with a grimace, he takes a mouthful of whiskey and swallows it.]

[doggedly]

Merlin knows you need all the help you can get with that.

[He watches, his eyebrows raised a bit--ready to be impressed or sarcastic with Remus in a moment here, once he's seen his reaction. Expectantly, he reaches out a hand for the bottle, waiting for it to be passed back.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He'd dearly like a chaser, fruit juice or water, but doesn't say as much. In a few minutes he'll conjure something. For now he simply swallows, fights off a shudder, and passes the bottle over with only a bit of a pinched mouth.]

Yes, well. My girlfriend is impressed with me, and that's all that matters.

[doggedly]

Your girlfriend, yeah. And what about your mates?

[Pointedly, he takes it back and knocks back a swig. It's warm, that's about the most disgusting thing about it. At least a bit of cold water might chill it, but he swallows anyways without even turning down his mouth.]

Never thought you'd be one of those, Lupin.

[theshabbiestofmen]

I don't need them to be impressed with me. Just pleased.

[He grins at him.]

They're not the ones sleeping with me, after all.

[doggedly]

Thank God.

[He offers the bottle back, and this time, his pulled face is all for Remus. Gross, man. It's an easy pattern to fall back into, even so soon after their argument.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

As if I'd choose you.

[He sneers back at him as he takes the bottle.]

Have I told you lately how fantastic Raven is, by the way? Because she absolutely is.

[doggedly]

Oh, do I want to hear this?

[He groans, quietly--entirely put-on--and covers his eyes, one-handed, as if preparing himself to be scandalised.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

She changed once mid-way. Just one minute a blonde, then a redhead, then this really attractive brunette-- an then herself, blue and perfect.